This would be a good whooping stick.

I’ll set the scene: Summer Camp. Sitting in the back of a Cheese Bus with 24 rowdy kids with mental health diagnoses and behavior problems. Mid summer (hot as hell) and on our way to a field trip that would suck the energy out of even the most energetic of counselors.

I hear a repeated thumping noise. I look over my shoulder to see one of my kids wacking his hand with his balled up lunch sack. He then calmly, but with enthusiasm says, “This would be a good whooping stick.”